Broken Dreams

He slowly moved his hands down my other leg and removed my other shoe. “I want to taste you on my lips.”

I could hardly stand it. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but then he reached for my hands and pulled me into a standing position.

“Turn around, angel.”

I slowly turned around, but I kept looking at him over my shoulder.

He reached up and placed his hands on my shoulders as he whispered, “So beautiful.”

I looked straight ahead and tried to keep my thoughts from going crazy. Something about Reed talking like that turned me on even more. He began unzipping my dress, and I felt the goose bumps all over my body.

“This dress looked so amazing on you, Courtney…so incredibly amazing.”

I closed my eyes and smiled. The moment I had seen the dress, I’d known I wanted it. I’d been lucky enough that a bridal store in Tahoe had the damn thing, and I’d gotten even luckier that they had it in my size. I’d only needed a few simple alterations on it. The dress was an Alfred Angelo embroidered lace princess-line dress. The dropped waist and high-low hemline hugged my curves in all the right places. I paired the dress with a pair of Louboutins that I’d worn after the ceremony. I’d accessorized the dress with white pearl drop earrings that Whitley had bought for me and a pearl necklace that was my grandmother’s.

Reed let the dress drop, and when he let out a gasp, I wanted to hug myself. I was wearing a light baby-blue corset with matching baby-blue thongs. I slowly turned around, and the hungry look in Reed’s eyes had me wanting to do a fist pump.

“I, um…I take it this is your something blue?” Reed said as his eyes moved up and down my body before locking on to my eyes.

I knew the light blue in the corset would make my blue eyes pop even more, and when Reed sucked in a breath of air, I knew I was well on my way to driving him crazy.

“Your something new?” He took his index finger and traced along the top edge of the corset, barely touching my breasts in the process.

My breathing became slightly unsteady as I said, “The earrings.”

He leaned down and kissed along the exposed part of my breasts, which Whitley had said were practically pushed up to my chin.

“Something old?” he whispered against my skin.

I sucked in a breath of air and replied, “The, um…the necklace. It was my grandmother’s.”

He slowly began unclasping each hook on the corset, and I had to admit defeat. Here I was, wanting to drive him insanely crazy, and he was turning the tables on me.

“Something borrowed?” He pulled my corset down, cupped one of my breasts, and brought my nipple into his mouth.

He sucked on it so hard that I let out a whimper.

Shit on a brick. My breast is so tender.

I let out a long, soft moan as I ran my hands through his hair, pushing his head down. I needed his lips to ease the throbbing between my legs.

He stopped and looked up at me. “Courtney…”

I was so lost in the passion that I could hardly think. “Yes?”

“Your something borrowed, baby?” he said in the most seductive voice.

“Oh God…Reed…please. Please touch me.”

He continued to unclasp the last few hooks, and once the corset fell open and dropped to the floor, I let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. That bitch was so fucking tight.”

Reed laughed against my sensitive skin, causing a chill to run across my whole body. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in my panties as he blew hot air against them.

“Please,” I begged.

He placed his hands on my stomach, and I snapped my eyes open and looked down at him.

“You haven’t told me your something borrowed yet, Court.”

“Um…my, um…it’s…”

The way he was rubbing his hand on my stomach was causing my mind to race in a million different directions. I was so turned-on, but just this sweet, small gesture had me almost dropping to my knees to tell him how much I loved him.

“Wait, what was the question?” I asked as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes.

They were almost the same color as my corset right now.

Reed smiled and kissed my stomach, never taking his eyes from mine. “Something borrowed?”

“Right. The hair comb in my hair. Whitley wore it in her hair when she got married.”

As soon as I finished talking, he ripped my lace thongs off and pushed me back onto the bed. I didn’t even have time to recover from how fucking hot it was seeing him rip off my panties before his face was buried between my legs, and his tongue was moving in and out of my body.

Holy fucking shit.

Reed was the only man who had given me oral sex, and right now, I was so damn happy about that. To know this was one thing only he would ever give me filled my body with such passion. I grabbed on to his hair and held him as I began thrusting my hips against his face.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” I screamed out as my orgasm hit me.

I wasn’t sure what Reed was doing differently, but he did something that made it feel like an orgasm hit on top of my current orgasm.

“Oh my God!” I yelled out as I almost came off the bed. “What? What…are you…doing? Don’t stop! Reed…oh God.”

My head was thrashing back and forth, and I was experiencing the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. Everything was clenching down, and my legs even felt like they were tingling. I never wanted it to stop, but at the same time, I almost needed it to stop because it was so intense.

It took a few moments or so to even realize that Reed had moved me up the bed, and he was now making love to me. He was moving so slow and gentle when I finally came back to my senses. I wrapped my legs around him and lost myself again in his sweet passion. He covered my face in kiss after kiss as he whispered how much he loved me. The slower he moved in and out, the more love I felt between us. I’d never imagined it would be this wonderful, this amazing, and this breathtaking.

“Reed…” I whispered.

He quietly said my name as he poured himself into my body.

When I opened my eyes, the room was completely dark. Reed and I were wrapped all around each other, and the sound of him breathing made me smile. Then, I thought about my orgasm and Reed making love to me. I tried to work myself out of the tangled mess of arms and legs without waking Reed up. Somehow, I managed, and I tiptoed into the bathroom. I took one look at the bathtub and let out a low moan.

“Oh God, to soak in that would be heaven,” I whispered.